"Which of them, Rosamond?"
"Which? I don't know which; any of them will do, for they are all pretty."
"Yes, they are all pretty; but of what use would they be to me?"
"Use! Oh, I am sure you could find some use or other for them if you would only buy them first."
"But I would rather find out the use first."
"Well, then, mamma, there are buckles; you know that buckles are useful things, very useful things."
"I have a pair of buckles; I don't want another pair," said her mother, and walked on.
Rosamond was very sorry that her mother wanted nothing. Presently, however, they came to a shop, which appeared to her far more beautiful than the rest. It was a chemist's shop, but she did not know that.
"Oh, mother, oh!" cried she, pulling her mother's hand, "look, look! blue, green, red, yellow, and purple! Oh, mamma, what beautiful things! Won't you buy some of these?"